alberginia

       ekes out a way
unfurls the spokes     asters
of outer language

fine as down
sharpens itself against hands

leaf and interstice
cleave together    as mouth to
memory     the fitting of sound

the eggplant    the aubergine    l'aubergine

nearer mouths and the myth
of the south     la berenjena
accounts for many more
       slick and muscled

right as the rain shape
an exclamation point
       buoys from the ground

the angel of the areola
and the green blade she holds
overhead     aslant
















tomaquet cherry

       crates stacked to droop
like palms or cups
and the cat in a crevice
his devices     flex grizzle
across the ankle

the crack of teeth and the mild
haircut
of a local anarchist
catch together
a visage in glee
an immoderate jester crows
       in the deeps of catalonia
craw of it
Motherfuckers!
and casts a melon rind
into the sea
















oli

       oozes    and breaks
catches on the lip of the morning
or drops on to a crumb

opened earlier than
the egg

l' oeuf     el huevo
        l' ou
        or how to call a mate     gently
the chick that died was wrapped
in the Maria's paper image
obviously not out of
the comedy of the morning
but it was the quickest thing at hand
only the earliest veil

        is hovering toward
        a vocabulary
is offering over
some soil     the oxidized roots of sleep
this overslick watercoat












Danielle Hill is living in Barcelona, but still contains particles of Providence. Sometimes she's entrusted with and renumerated for her mastery of the English language. The rest of the time it masters her. She has no pets.






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